The year is 2011. You’re at a Saturday AM swim practice. The pool heater is broken again. John is whistling & yelling to get in the pool. You pretend to fake stretch. He comes out with an ice bottle of water and sprays you until you get in. Life is ~normal~
If you told me a few months ago that I’d be spending my senior year spring break deep cleaning bathrooms at home while getting drunk on sangria... I’d believe half of it
Me (pnw student): full time, double majoring, member of 2 international societies, works 35+ hours a week as a station trainer for a fortune 100 company, travels, has a 2 hour commute & takes care of grandma
“yOu NeEd To PuT iN tHe WoRk If YoU wAnT a PuRdUe DeGrEe!”